Basketball Camp.

This week the kiddos have been doing Basketball camp. They are loving it though Iris has stated that she would like soccer more. The kids are learning the fundamentals of the game. The dribble and the different shots, how to pass and of course team work. On the first day all three were on the same team and they wrecked shop. Being triplets they have a distinct advantage over the singletons. They spend every day doing team work and playing together. They grasp passing and working together in ways that this whole camp was designed to teach the other kids. So now they are all on separate teams and it has turned out a little better for everyone.

When I go to pick the kids up it's a little weird. I am the only Dad there. I am the only non-employee male in the entire building. I stand there among the seething throng of mother's and nannies listening to the gossip of the day as if I was a fly on the wall. The mothers are all dressed in the traditional garb of their people. yoga pants, pony tail, t-shirt, and overpriced cup of coffee. And I stand there heavily tattooed normally reading a book waiting for my children. My favorite part of the day is when the camp is over and all three kids swarm me yelling daddy from across the room and we all walk out holding hands. It always shocks the soccer moms.

Vacation Bible School

The kids had one week off for the summer then Vacation Bible School started for the second week. The kids love it they get to hang out with a ton of kids and the best thing is no homework as they have told me. The weird thing is that the kids all wear a color for each day the of the week. on Monday it was red, so it was a little weird to see hundreds of kids all dressed in red, now I didn't know that so my kids were dressed as they wanted that morning so in the very least it was easy to pick them out of the crowd. Yesterday the color was green but we knew that in advance so matchy matchy for the kiddos. Today is yellow. These colors are worn by the teachers as well.

In each class it seems that there is one Adult and two teenagers for a class of about 20 kids. Which seems pretty goods ratio to me seeing as the public school had one teacher and one TA for about 40 kids. The classes are from 9am till noon which gives me a little time to my self. Next week is basketball camp.

1st Week of Summer.

I took their school time for granted. I really needed those three hours to get stuff done and have time to think to myself. I love my children but they are five now. And where as they don't need the constant attention of babies they have their own set of challenges. For example, They all live with their best friends and don't really come to me unless they need arbitration of intrapersonal issues or to rat each other out. I fix my fair share of boo boos and feed them and do the normal maintenance of their lives which they totally take for granted.

It's the noise. The constant noise. It is never ending, one of them at all times is humming or whistling or snapping, or some other nonsensical noise. But the worst is they talk in Gary speak from SpongeBob Squarepants. That %$#*&!@ Snail that speaks in meows. I swear to god that when I snap it will be because of that sound. I ask my kids a question the answer is Meow. I can't stand it anymore it's driving me crazy. They thinks it's funny, I swear they are trying to break me. This is only two days into summer vacation.

Except for Iris she respects Dad and does not do the majority of button pushing that the boys do, however she likes to play dress up and if not watched she will go through her entire wardrobe in a day not in anyway playing way like take the clothes back off and put them back but in I am done with these way and crumple and throw in hamper kind of way.

The kids bathroom is flooded at least once a day normally when teeth brushing takes place. The bathroom is awash in toothpaste and spit. Towels on the floor, water everwhere then you go in there to get on to the kids and the boys look you in the eye say "Meow, meow, meow!" and laugh as the vein in your forehead throbs.

I am beginning to understand why parents tend to over schedule children's activities. Because it is easier to drive and drag children all over town then to be trapped alone in a house with them.